So, we've got a gift-wrapped present for every one of you. You know, sometimes the criticism about us is too much *** context, too much subtext, too much this, too much that, miserable bastards. But not always. She's got a smile that it seems to be Reminds me of childhood memories Everything was as fresh as a bright blue sky And I'll wind down when I see her face It takes me way to the special place And if I stay here too long I'll probably break down and cry These young eyes of the blue-winged skies They're empty through the rain I'd hate to look into those eyes And see it all to be But it reminds me of a warm, sweet place Where as a child I'd hang I prayed for the thunder and the rain Why did it have to die? Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Sweet love of mine Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Sweet love of mine Sweet luck Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Let me go, let me go, let me go Where do we go? Oh, where do we go now? Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah!